One night, I appeared in a hazy, post-rain environment. Sunlight struggled to penetrate the thick mist. The scent of flowers filled the air, attracting pollinators to its sweet center. I forgot myself, and before I knew it, the place melted away. It was a dream, I realized after I woke. But I had felt the mist on my skin, seen the diffusion of the sun’s light, and taken in the aroma of my surroundings. This place would only exist in my memory, unless I recreated precisely what I had dreamed.
Using analogous colors helped me reproduce the absolute tranquility I had experienced. For the background, I wanted my brushstrokes to mimic the post-rain haze and the suggestion of bright light behind it.